Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.